Little Ranch Hand

5/7/2006

Well, this weekend went well. Xander and I got to the Ranch early Friday evening. Our first boys’ only trip. Xander very much enjoyed feeding the cows, saying hello to the cows and saying goodbye to the cows. Harold may have a future reliable ranch hand one day. Certainly more enthusiastic than his lay-about son-in-law.

Despite the somewhat non-toddler proof status of the Ranch House, we left this morning with Xander sporting nothing worse than a scratch on one finger. And of course, life being life, within 20 minutes of getting home sweet home, he managed to cut his ear open on a kitchen counter corner. We trundled down to urgent care (for about the bizzionth time this spring) to see if he needed stitches. While waiting in the urgent care lobby, Xander fell out of the chair and gave himself a black eye.

I swear, we’re THIS CLOSE to making him wear a “special child” helmet 24/7.

Well, the doc was able to glue the cut closed. At least Xander’s getting used to urgent care. He gave the doctor a hug. (Who said it was his first patient hug since leaving Georgia. Come on, Washingtonians! Where’s the love?!?)

Provided we survive tonight’s bath, we’ll keep in touch.

Brian